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transfer student! vivien hugo x reader

sfw • fluff • university au • hint of slow burn

sypnosis: you've heard some things about the new guy in your art class, vivien hugo. what are the chances that you're paired with him for a project? better yet, what are the chances of you falling for him?

a/n: reader is gender neutral and not too much of this story is proofread lol this idea came to me while listening to the song selected so i KNEW i had to write this out or id forget

lower east is in reference to manhattan, ny also, it is implied that reader is well off and comes from good money! anyway, thats enough of my yap session, enjoy!

september. fourth week of the first semester and you seemed to be settling in well. the professors were still lenient and not at the nagging stage quite yet, a decent sized friend group, but most of all, you really enjoyed your classes. well, art to be more specific. ever since you were young you'd always been creative when it came down to anything relating to painting or drawing.

hence why your parents helped you look for the best school in the lower east. life was nice, even nicer when you got your first apartment off campus. why risk having a rowdy roommate when you could be by yourself? anyways, today was no different. you walked to class with the company of your most recent friend, chigiri, as his class was on the same hall. he was decent compared to half of his teammates on the soccer team.

"hey [name], have you heard about the new transfer student, vivien hugo? heard he's coming in from france."

'vivien hugo' you thought to yourself. he's the one everyone's been raving about in their hallway conversations.

"somewhat. i've caught wind of said transfer student, but no ones ever mentioned his name. speaking of, how'd you get his name?"

"coach ego. apparently he's joining the team as well. i’m not sure why anyone would leave a place like france for new york, but what do i know?" you two laughed and continued with the conversation bouncing from topic to topic before stopping outside your class.

"see you around?" chigiri quipped, a tilt of his head accompanied with a small smirk.

"by the bleachers after practice." you two parted ways, a sigh of relief escaping from your lips as you were a few minutes early meaning getting a good seat.

some minutes had crawled by with a good amount of students piling in before the professor started with the lecture. you weren't surprised by the fact that a project was being thrown your way, but you loathed the concept of having a partner. you weren't too social with the exception of chigiri, isagi, and a few others. it’s not that you were antisocial, but you enjoyed having your space.

just because you were in one of the best schools didn't mean anything. the chances of you get a lousy partner were slim but not quite zero. you were so zoned out, already writing a mental email to professor noa begging him to allow you to work alone that you didn't notice the slight tap on your shoulder.

you flinched, already annoyed at the fact that you were being touched, tuming your head to get a proper look at the stranger. oh damn...

"you're [name], right? im viven. we're working together for the next two weeks." he looked down at you with onyx eyes that seemed to be void of any emotion and the most luscious lashes that any model would kill for. not to mention that the man was huge. he wore a deep red sweater, close to the shade of destiny bordeaux, with a white button up underneath yet all of those layers did nothing to hide how built he was. "...hello?"

no way were you staring at the transfer student already.

"my apologies, and yes, that is me. you're the new student, correct?"

"i am. i"m also joining the soccer team this year."

you hummed, moving your things to make room for him. he seemed harmless, although you couldn't help but feel intimidated by his presence. did everyone else feel like this or was it his looks that kept them staring? hypocritical, sure, but who cares. you'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to know more about the mystery student. well, vivien.

class flew by with you and vivien making conversation about the project, throwing around concepts and bouncing off of each other's ideas until something clicked. you had already sent a message to chigiri about the somewhat unfortunate string of events. its not too unfortunate since you're partnered with the transfer student who seems to be just as passionate as you.

"may i?" you glanced up at viven with an eyebrow slightly lifted.

"if we're working together then it would be smart to have your contact, yes?"

"o-oh, right! my apologies."

(later in the day)

after a five minute walk from the train station you finally arrived at your building, giving the kind receptionist that you’ve grown used to a small smile before stepping into the elevator. the weight of your day sat heavy on your shoulders with the small pile of assignments listed on your agenda. it’s something that you probably should’ve seen coming as college professors aren’t lenient for long unless they’re old or take you in as a teacher’s pet. the machine stopped at your floor with a small chime and you couldn’t be happier. it was almost four, giving you an hour and some change before vivien’s arrival to get started on the project. you had already cleaned up the previous night so there wasn’t much left to do aside from tidy up and fold some laundry.

the moment you stepped foot in your apartment you were greeted by the sound of a small purr and something warm rubbing against your leg. “hello to you, too.” laughing at the small remnants of cat hair sticking to your pants. if the aroma of pumpkin spice from the diffuser didn’t greet you at the door you knew that your cat would. “you mind helping me with some laundry?” although the fur ball did nothing but roll around on your clothing the entire time.

knock knock. no answer. knock knock again.

you shot up from your spot on your bed completely oblivious to the fact that you had invited vivien over. the door swung open with a slew of apologies ready to spill at the tip of your tongue, but nothing came out as you looked at him. up at him. how the hell did he tower over you while sitting down and standing up??? what were they feeding him in france and how could you get your hands on it???

“uhm—”

“no worries. practice started a little late so my apologies.” it’s almost scary how he knew that you were about to apologize. either you’re easy to predict or he’s one hell of a mind reader. “it’s okay, i wasn’t doing much of anything. come in.”

he stepped inside wearing the school’s hoodie with a pair of sweats and a small brown bag from the local cafe. even after two hours of practice he still carried the scent of sandalwood and old books. a scent that you could get used to.

“where would you like to set up?”

“my room is fine. i have plenty of space in case we spend the night throwing pieces of paper around.” and you could’ve sworn you saw the corners of his mouth perk up. almost like he wanted to smile. the first fifteen minutes were quiet yet peaceful. a comfortable silence with a few stole glances mainly coming from your side. the man was beautiful.

his burgundy hair that resembled a grown out wolfcut with heavy strands covering his forehead, long lashes that gave him a feminine touch, and not to mention his perfect lips. your eyes traced over the shape of the, silently admiring and questioning why he wasn’t on someone’s runway.

“[name]”

shit, he caught me.

“did you want one?”

phew. you could feel your heart slowing down with relief as he held the paper bag in your direction. inside were a good amount of what appeared to be chocolate covered eclairs. must’ve been his favorite.

“thank you, vivien.” you took one before biting into the sweet treat that was still surprisingly warm. the two of you didn’t speak much afterwards, but he was good company. the golden rays of sunset were long gone with the sky painted a deep mix of dark purple and blue, indicating that nightfall was slowly seeping in.

“it’s almost a quarter to nine, i suppose i’ll get going. see you tomorrow?”

“yeah. let me see you out.” the both of you walked to the door, vivien muttering a small “goodnight [name].” before disappearing down the hall. that night you stared up at the ceiling replaying the small moment over and over.

“vivien?” it was now night three of you two working together. you’ve grown accustomed to him and his little quirks. honestly it was a little funny hearing him mutter ‘beep beep focus’ to himself when he caught himself drifting.

“yes?” “what made you move here? to the lower east? it isn’t paris, but i’m sure lyon is beautiful.” that, and well… it’s france for crying out loud.

“new beginnings, i suppose, but i’m here on a scholarship. i arrived a little before the semester started. i never saw myself staying outside from college, but it’s my destiny.” huh? destiny?

“what is that supposed to mean?” now you had more questions than answers. what was this man on about?

he had the audacity to let the question linger in the air and go quiet as he resumed to sketching something out. maybe it’s up for interpretation? or maybe it’s something that would make sense later on?

you didn’t expect him to be so complex.

as the days passed, the deadline grew closer, and so did you and vivien. hell, he even chuckled once or twice. you learned that he had a sister, had some friends back home, but what choked you up was the fact that he read blank books… according to him, it helped him organize his thoughts and ponder on whatever was going on up there. he’s such a dork it’s painfully adorable.

the two of you took a quick break to stretch out aching limbs and cramped up knuckles from being put to work for so long. he never mentioned having a partner though giving you the idea that maybe you had a chance? you didn’t know. you didn’t even know how to approach him with it. it’s bad enough that he has people gawking over him in the hallway, girls batting their lashes at him with a high pitched voice. heaven knows that you didn’t want to be grouped in with them.

vivien never gave them the time of day only acknowledging them with a small “thanks” before going on his way. was it really all in your head though? there were times in class, the hallways, and even in the library where you felt like someone was staring at you. you only felt that way with vivien so it makes sense, right? who knows. thinking too hard about it is enough to give you a headache.

“you’re deep in thought about something.” your head turned in the direction of that beautiful french accent you’ve begun to hear in your dreams, an apologetic smile forming on your face.“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to tune you out if you were saying something to me.”

“it’s fine as i didn’t say much. tu es mignon.” (you’re adorable)

you didn’t even ask him to clarify what that meant when you saw his lips perk up. your brain was too fried to solve a riddle at moment so you laughed it off. why the hell did you have to like someone so mysterious???

before you knew it it was time to fix any hiccups before turning in your assignment. you were a total ball of anxiety while vivien sat across from you looking calmer than ever. how in the hell can he remain calm at a time like this??? was he not afraid of how you perceived him? did he have that much faith in you or—

“would you like to see what i came up with? or do you want to go first?” sigh. might as well go ahead and rip the bandaid off. sooner the better, right? “i’ll go first.” he nodded with a silent agreement as you turned over the portrait that you’d been working on diligently.

what he saw, as you drew, was a masterpiece. it was a thoroughly detailed close up of him with his usual calm expression surrounded by gears of various sizes. you saw him, or his mind, as a machine. precise, intelligent, and calculated. that’s how you saw vivien hugo.

“it’s beautiful. art isn’t for everyone but it’s suitable for you.”

all you could do was muster a quite thanks with a dopey grin on your face although you were completely over the moon. someone asking to have your art in the louvre wouldn’t have moved you as much as his praise.

“here’s mine. i think it’s very accurate.” there was a portrait of you smiling down at a butterfly that landed on your finger, almost something serene. he highlighted every detail down to your hairstyle, any jewelry you wore, and even your smile lines. you could almost cry honestly. the part that confused you was the brain or the cluster of butterflies fluttering in place of it. as if on cue he answered your question without it being asked.

“they’re my favorite. i find them to be beautiful and intelligent creatures. i didn’t see myself doing much aside from playing soccer upon my arrival, but…things changed.”

things changed? you still had no clue as to what he was getting towards with this.

“you’re a special person. i made this because that’s how i see you, beautiful and intelligent inside and out.”

oh.

his alarm went off at the worst time possible, signaling that it was time for him to leave before it got too late. once he walked out of the door you sat there speechless with many feelings in your chest. you never cared or bothered to ask anyone how they perceived you, but to have someone say that you’re the most beautiful person to them? that truly meant something. that night you could hardly sleep without replaying that very moment.

professor noa was highly impressed by the artwork and concept you two came up with. vivien quietly acknowledged you with a smile before excusing himself. how odd.

oh well. it was a friday night and you were proud of yourself as your hard work had paid off so why not binge that popular series you’d been meaning to watch? that was until you were startled by a knock at the door. you did a quick recap of the day not recalling anything about inviting someone over, but you opened it anyway.

“i didn’t want last night to be the last time we spent some time together. do you mind if i come in? i got us some eclairs to celebrate.” that night you and vivien sat on the couch for three hours cracking each up with the TV serving as background noise.

it’s already been a month since and you and vivien were still joined at the hip. chigiri and isagi never failed to irritate your eardrums with their famous ‘[name] and hugo sitting in a tree’ banter. it was so ridiculous that you couldn’t help but laugh at their antics while secretly enjoying the acknowledgement. you and vivien weren’t in a rush to date each. you two were just that close. the laughter was cut short once you felt a small buzz in your back pocket, opening your phone to some new messages from vivien.

you hearted his message, but what were you supposed to do with six hours of wait time?! what did he even want to give you? did he have anything to say to go along with it? the messages were so ominous that you had no clue what to expect. you could only hope and pray that time moved faster than the speed of light itself.

by the time 6:40 rolled around you were already hopping off of the train, damn near jogging on your way to the park. if your nerves weren’t fried earlier they’re definitely worse now.

‘he better have something good in return for making me wait all day or so help him god.’ you thought, taking a seat on the bench while awaiting his arrival, checking the screen that read 6:50.

“[name]?” “vivien! what was so important that you couldn’t tell me through text or at least in the hallw-” he held out a bouquet of flowers with a small bag of your favorites from the cafe. he didn’t waste any time getting to the point.

“i’ve come to realize that meeting you was part of my destiny. i find myself waiting for your name to appear on my screen or to hear your voice and be in your presence. it’s still a foreign feeling, but i know that i want you in my life. will you be my partner? please?”

immediately, you threw yourself into his arms with a lovesick smile plastered on your lips. how could you ever say no to him?

“i’m all yours, vivi.”

the next morning you found yourself walking with a little more pep in your step as your heart was still full from last night. you almost tripped over your own two feet when chigiri wrapped his arm around you with a smug expression. oh god.

“look at you coming up in the world.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean???”

“i heard about you and hugo.” that quick? you didn’t even tell anyone! “how did you even—”

“word spreads fast in the lower east.”

sigh.

julian loki x reader

a/n: hihi tysm for the love on the sae fic! i’m glad loki is getting more recognition from the fandom (nyah/nyan next pls)

cross posted from my tiktok (yukivers0ul) enjoy!

you had already been expecting julian given that you had sent him a message to wait in the living room of your shared penthouse. you were beyond ecstatic to finally have some time alone with him, but even as you styled yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel a knot in your stomach.

had it really been that long since the two of you went out? what would he say about your outfit? the jewelry? hell, you even went and spent few hundred on a new scent. julien loki wasn't the judgemental type. sure, he was a confident, egotistical man on the pitch but when it comes down to you? you're absolute royalty.

julien gave you everything you'd ever wanted. truly the epitome of never settle for less.

the relationship between the two of you remained private as far as the media goes, but his teammates never heard the end of it. hugo couldn't count on his fingers and toes in reference to how many times your boyfriend had mentioned you.

you were loved by him and everyone knew it. you knew it. with one final glance in the mirror you made your way to the living room where he'd been waiting, grinning from ear to ear.

"how beautiful..." oh, he was lovesick.

there he stood dressed in all black suit while being completely lost for words at the sight of you. the outfit and how it completed your body beautifully, the way you did your hair so neatly. you were ethereal to him.

his dark brown eyes took you in one last time before handing out a dramatic yet well put together bouquet of your favorite flowers). you didn't even ask for them & that was the best part. you never had to ask for anything.

so handsome. so confident. so loving & emotionally intelligent.

you couldn't have wanted anyone better.

"for me?"

"for you, cherie." he spoke ever so gently with that french accent that you loved so much rolling off his tongue. you reached out to grabbed the gorgeous bouquet, creating a mental note to find a place for them to sit in the morning.

"they're beautiful. thank you, juli." a smile of endearment forming on his lips from the small nickname. almost instantly he had pulled you into a hug, arms wrapping around his neck while his rested at your waist. words couldn't describe how much you had missed this.

the two of you had always had your small moments of intimacy such as having breakfast together or a few more minutes of cuddling before he had to be whisked away by his schedule

but he held you. held you as if you were to disappear the moment he stepped away. his warmth, his scent that consisted of sandalwood, citrus, and something uniquely him. you missed it.

"do we really have to go out tonight, julian?" dinner reservations and a late fee were the last thing on your mind when he held you so close.

"it'll be worth it, i promise. i think it's a place you'll really enjoy."

and who were you to refute his claim?

"i'm trusting you on this, loki." you playfully quipped as you pulled back to look at him. there was nothing but love and admiration in his eyes for you. the man who was a total threat to the opposing team on the pitch was absolutely smitten by the person before him.

"it's julien for you. let's get going, yeah? just needed a moment to take you in." he placed a kiss to your lips and one to the back of your hand, leading the way to the door.

"after you, mon amour."

"like always." you joked as you walked out with him following suit to take your hand.

you couldn't see yourself with anyone else outside julien. the both of you had a connection that could never be recreated with anyone else. perhaps it was destiny.

you caught a glimpse of him while waiting for the elevator.

"he loves me" you thought.

a/n : sae & reader are lowk toxic here also not proofread! cross posted from my tiktok yukivers0ul! enjoy!

sae itoshi. you've never been put in a position where you hated someone as much as you loved them. hate. at least that's what you told yourself. hell, you didn't know what that other feeling was. 50% love and 50% of something else. those numbers would change drastically depending on the day and your mood.

"he gives you everything you want!" "[name] is so lucky to have someone like sae!" is what everyone said. that's what everyone thought. no one knew about the arguments you'd have or the way you two would avoid each other like the plague to 'prove a point'.

it was toxic yet neither one of you could pull away. you could have anyone you want as you were in the spotlight as well. you know that up-and-coming player vivien hugo? his counterpart julien loki?

you could even go as low as sae's rival, bunny iglesias. why stay with sae?

"sae."

he gave you a half interested looked as if you were interrupting his peace. the audacity.

"we haven't been spending much time together like we used to. i would—"

"you know i'm a busy man, [name]. games are coming up along with the championships. i'm not trying to push you aside but my career can't wait either." he couldn't have said that any nicer?

it was the truth though. the truth isn't always nice.

"i understand that, but we're together for god's sake-"

"can we not do this? i'm already under enough pressure as it is. you knew this when we got together." and damn that stung more than ever. more than his dismissiveness. he was right. you did know about his schedule but you didn't expect him to push you to the side either. that's how the two of here got here.

constantly banging heads with each other ate away at the relationship you & sae once had. or what was left in hindsight. his ability to wave you off mixed with your stubbornness clashed in the ugliest way possible.

it only got worse with time although it's supposed to make the heart grow fonder. yours only grew colder. ironic.

anyone, even a fly on the wall, could feel how heavy the tension was. one muttering something under their breath would set the other off.

why stay? why keep going? watering a dead flower won't bring it back so why keep on? the answer wasn't love. well, partially. you couldn't bear to let go of sae and he couldn't bear to let go of you. both of had such a selfish, almost possessive, hold on each other despite being numb to each other. the connection was gone. it's the same way that two negatives can't form a positive.

you clung to the sliver of hope that things would change and god did you hold on as if your life depended upon it. they say that if you repeat something long enough you'll start to believe it, right? while you knew what you were getting yourself into with someone like sae, he still made time for you. in the midst of a schedule filled to the brim with training, traveling, games, etc he still made time for you. now?

"don't wait up tonight."

"i can't make it to dinner this evening."

and so much more. what happened to the good morning kisses? constant updates on each other's day? you never took it personal at first as you knew what it was like to be on the go for 7+ hours. little did anyone know that that would be the beginning of the end. the beginning of emotional and mental turmoil.

moving on would've been the smartest move to an outsider. the thought of leaving sae made your chest ache. day after day you deluded yourself with the maybes. the could be's.

you were tired. emotionally, mentally.

and oh, how you deeply yearned for stability, yet you were so comfortable in the chaos that it felt like a threat. tonight was no different although the cracks were starting to show themselves in a much more visible light.

"you're late." you stood behind the couch with a subtle hint of disgust on your face. that's a new one.

"i told you that i wouldn't be home until after ten."

once he walked past you with nothing else you blanked. that did it.

"i'm so sick of your shit, sae. seriously. do you want this or not?"

"if you're talking about me coming home to you throwing a tantrum, then—"

before he could finish you were yelling at the top of your lungs. any expletives that came to mind instantly flew from your mouth. he'd never seen you so livid. for once in very long time, he felt fear. fear of losing you. everything went in one ear and out of the other as you yelled with unbelievable rage until you finally said it.

"i hate you."

"you don't mean that-"

" i do, sae! i hate you!" right when you were about to lock yourself in the guest room he grabbed you by the wrist. there was no malice behind it, but rather a silent plea. a plea to stay.

"get off me, sae!" no matter how hard you tried to fight him off he still wouldn't let go. you thrashed, sides of your fists repeatedly hitting him in the chest while reciting those three words.

eventually your body couldn't handle it anymore with your throat raw from screaming and arms aching. all you could do was collapse again him while sobbing hysterically. and sae? he caught you with both arms wrapping around your shaky frame, enveloping you in his scent that you had grown to love yet hate at the same time.

"there you go. let it all out." he whispered, one hand caressing your back as the other held the back of your head.

"'m sorry, [name]. i'll be better for us. i promise."

you've heard that before. both of you knew that that fairytale would last for a week, two if you're lucky, before things went to hell and you ended up back here.

but what does it matter if he gets to hold you a little while longer? sooner or later he'd come back with no trace of you or your belongings in his apartment. sae dreaded that day more than anything else.

DECEIVER - OLIVER AIKU X READER

a/n: first time posting on tumblr! a certain someone makes a special appearance and i already have a part 2 in place lol. enjoy <3

you knew that oliver aiku was anything but a good man. every part of you knew that he wasn't worth a damn, but with the way he pleaded for a chance with you, how could you say no? the first few months or the 'honeymoon' phase of the relationship felt like something out of a fairytale. the dates, gifts, how he'd update you throughout the day of his hectic schedule. everything slowed down before it stopped.